Wang Luo, who was dug up by the Heavenly Ape, did not find this person's breath from beginning to end.

The guy who was called Yuwen Hu by Jiang Feng, he always knew that he was hiding in a corner somewhere, staring at the situation on the field, indifferent.

But this monster can directly use brute force to dig out Wang Luo who is nine feet under.

What's worse is that the monster, the thorns on its body seem to be his weapon, and it can grow freely in the land. Like the branches of the tree, it grows on the ground, as if it were born with spider's silk. Wang Luo, who was already wandering quickly in the land, just touched that thorn, and it quickly wrapped around himself, and pulled himself out.

And the most terrifying thing is in this space, Wang Luo can't find him.

The king fell to the ground, and with a hard breath, slowly stood up.

Pinching the fingers of his right hand, piles of stone walls began to appear around his body, surrounding him in a circle.

The sky and the earth roared, and the sky was lit up instantly.

Yuwen Hu, who was hiding in the corner, looked up at the red light in the sky, and his eyes were a little hot: "Xishu formation? ”

There were thousands of stones, carrying the light of the fire.

Jiang Feng, who was standing in place, stared in the direction above his head, smiled, his fists clenched and creaked.

The ground under his feet actually sank a few inches: "Since ancient times, contradictions have been incompatible, although there are top grandmasters who have praised the two as one. But in this way, it is a great restriction on oneself, there is no ultimate, where is the peak?"

With both feet on the ground, Jiang Feng soared into the sky, and his right fist turned black and iron at this time, reflecting the red light in the sky.

That fist encompasses the world, and it is so bright that it can reflect a piece of the world.

"Boy, let you take a good look at what it means to be lonely to the extreme. Jiang Feng looked down at everything, and the king was a pebble-like existence in his eyes at the moment.

I, Jiang Feng, have a punch, which can make this heaven and earth lose color, can make this mountain and river unharmed, and can make all these ghosts kneel.

The fist in Jiang Feng's right hand began to appear illusory, and began to transform into countless fissions that were visible to the naked eye. There are thousands of flames and stones on it, and there are pairs of iron fists below.

Jiang Feng raised his fist to the sky, and the falling rocks in the air seemed to be all still for a while.

Jiang Feng's right fist came out, and there was a tearing roar, and where the punch went, a flaming phoenix was born out of thin air, like a blazing fire, spreading its wings and fluttering.

Under this great painting of heaven and earth, this phoenix is like a little green among the thousands of flowers, red to the extreme.

Wang Luo stared at Jiang Feng, who was holding the sky with one hand, and he couldn't tell the taste, only the eyes became brighter and brighter.

Heaven and earth collapsed, Jiang Feng was like the wind, like a shadow, shuttling freely in this "Heavenly Fire Burning Plain", bursts of explosion and thunder came from the sky, and the naked eye could see those huge stones, which were hammered into countless rubble by punch by punch.

Heaven and earth are all suffering, and only one punch can reach the sky.

That Jiang Feng was like a god of war looking at everything, and his right fist came out of the phoenix, and after a while, he was already standing above the sky.

He stared at Wang Luo at his feet: "The way of martial arts is not to pour everything out of oneself, but to overcome the weakness of others with one's own strength." ”

"What's the use of you flying stones, loud and rainy, I can destroy everything you have. Jiang Feng said with contempt.

That stopped for a moment, and Wang Luo used the small heaven and earth to lay down the "heavenly fire." ”

Like the girl in the flower season, the fiery red flame was directly extinguished, turning into small stones, and all the "tick-tock" fell.

In the small world, the sound of stone rain sounded.

"Plop Plop Plop 、、、"

Wang Luo stared at it for a long time, and then suddenly grinned. The frowning brow stretched out for a moment.

On this day away from the mainland, all cultivators must first lead the spirit into the body before they can open their pulses. If a mediocre person opens one or two veins, it is enough to set foot in the fourth or fifth level of cultivation, and those who can open eight veins are rare to see in a hundred years in the world. Open the pulse can knock the road, the so-called road is at the foot, the road is in the heart, there are thousands of roads, "the road" is the heart.

When this Jiang Feng stepped into cultivation, he was the one who opened the six veins, and was known as a rare martial artist in a hundred years.

The moment the king landed below to observe just now, he actually realized it for a while.

SIRI's "ding......" sounded in my head.

And with that comes the SI

i's voice: "Because of the opportunity, congratulations to the master for getting a compensation value of 50." ”

Unfortunately, this make-up skill increases a skill.

That Wenluo Zhuge Heroic Soul, the "Tongue Battle Group Confucian" skill on the panel has a bright red "+" sign, and Wang Luo chose to touch it without hesitation.

When the "Tongue Battle Group Confucian" reached the second echelon, Wang Luo could clearly see the number of each open pulse, which also meant how high this person's martial arts talent was.

Wang Luo stood in place and stared at Jiang Feng above: "Cultivation can open the six veins all the way, and it is not enough to be known as a genius in the world, it is my honor that I Wang Luo can fight with it." ”

"I was born with a flaw, and I can't compare to you. Even the opening of the pulse is barely until now, but now that it has reached the knocking path. That is to use all your strength, and you should also ask this Heaven well. ”

"I will, unstoppable!"

Wang Luo roared angrily, and the aura around his body changed instantly.

Holding a stone hammer in his right hand, he directly faced Jiang Feng, a genius in the sky.

"You're all ants, afraid?" Jiang Feng sneered.

Wang Luo has already seen it with his tongue, even if he exhausts all the means on his body, it is basically equivalent to ineffectiveness against this Jiang Feng. But this cannot mean surrender.

Wang Luo had only one thought in his mind, and that was to do his best and use his greatest ability.

The "system" does belong to itself, but the world is the law of the jungle, and there is no ability to control the system, so what can we talk about killing all sides, what can we talk about protecting our family and friends? What do we talk about protecting the person we want to protect the most?

This time, Jiang Feng did not throw a right punch, but chose a left fist, his most powerful punch. For opponents, regardless of strength or weakness, Jiang Feng has always treated him equally, and only by respecting his opponent is he respecting himself.

There are nine dragons wrapped around the arm, Ye Ye is shining, starting from that right hand, burning and peeling, turning into ashes, that Jiang Feng is actually a living illusion into a dragon.

Roaring in the sky, dragon flames erupted、、、

If ordinary people saw it, they would have already retreated and fled.

But Wang Luo's hand holding the stone hammer did not relax, and the grip became tighter and tighter.

At this time, there were lotus flowers leaping from afar、、、